80. Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Changes

Morningstar Quilt Block

My Bible Sampler Quilt Project has me reading through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ as we just happen to be in the Easter season in real time. This passage describes the scene at the empty tomb that early morning. A cluster of women had shown up with prepared spices. But instead of a body, two angels were there, who provided the explanation for His absence. “Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not there, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when He was yet in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again’.”

When the women reported all of this back to the eleven apostles, the passage says, “And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not.”

Which is totally understandable. My first reaction is incredulity when I check the news each morning. While I was sleeping, new executive orders were signed, new cities were burned down, new victims were assaulted. Society is changing so radically, so swiftly, it takes more than a few deep breaths to process it all. And my personal feelings towards these changes are infinitesimal when compared to the universal consequences that followed the news of a resurrected Jesus.

Easter morning flipped the whole world upside down, and its epicenter was the site of the empty tomb.

Gone were animal sacrifices. Gone was the need for priests. Gone was the need for a tabernacle at all. The whole Jewish religious infrastructure turned obsolete overnight. There were going to be A LOT of changes to the status quo around there. All the law and the prophecies and the promises were fulfilled in Him. It was finished.

There would be no going back. Like it or not, we must move forward to our new normal. As the lyrics of the song say, we need to “Turn and face the strange”.

Just be sure to have a mask covering that face.


79. Waiting

Hourglass Quilt Block

The next block in the Bible Sampler Quilt project accompanies the last words of Christ. This is a tough passage, I find it extremely difficult to reflect on the suffering and death of Jesus. I am not going to delve deep into those words, rather, I’ll focus on the hourglass.

It’s Saturday today, and Jesus’ body is in the tomb. His followers are scattered and confused. They’re waiting, and unsure exactly what it is they’re waiting for. But we know how it’s going to go. We know that Sunday will dawn with miraculous glory. The hope that sustained the disciples was fulfilled when Jesus returned.

The hope that sustains us will be fulfilled when Jesus returns.

78. Party Line

Raise your hand if you know what a party line is.

Yep, I see those hands from a certain age group. And my guess is you grew up in a rural area, am I right?

I did not grow up with a party line, but my country cousins did. It was surprising to me that they could actually listen in on other people’s private conversations, hearing interchanges that were not meant for their ears. I wondered if the knowledge they gained affected their opinions about their neighbors? How could it not?

I was reading threads on the Next Door app this morning, which was once again testing my patience towards my neighbors. For example, a photo of a strange bug attracted responses like, “Time to burn the house down”. A comment about poor Door Dash service unleashed a tirade of shaming responses.

I thought about how neighborhood apps are like the old party lines. Those conversations aren’t meant for me. They certainly don’t need my participation. The problem is that they present themselves and the brain clutter happens. I don’t need these distractions. I need to hang up the phone. Or in this case, stay out of the rabbit hole.

Speaking of rabbit holes, this is happening in my yard.

I believe there’s at least three wee bunnies tucked away in there.

Back to the subject. There is a conversation that is meant for all ears to hear. It is the interchange between us and our Creator. He provides The Way, through his Son Jesus Christ, for us to have eternal fellowship with Him and each other. Listen to the gospel message and respond in faith. It’s the most important conversation you will ever have with anyone, anywhere, anytime.

The next block accompanies the account of Jesus’ crucifixion. My progress on the project coincides here with Holy Week.

Crown of Thorns quilt block

This Friday is Good Friday. Jesus did the most amazing thing for you and for me. He gave His life, perfectly lived, over to sin and death so that we could have life free from sin and death. Please don’t waste it.

77. Way In, Way Out

Father’s Choice quilt block

My Quilting through the Bible project still has me in the gospels these days. Reading the life and words of Jesus has been just the ticket I’ve needed to travel through this Lenten season. There’s so much “noise” out there, and I’m weary of all the politics. Exchanging the broadcast news media for the “Good News” of the gospels keeps me calm to keep carrying on.

This quilt block goes with the passage where Jesus tells His disciples that He is going to His Father’s house and preparing a place for them. He assures them that He will return to receive them, and that they know the way to where He is going. Good old Thomas asks out loud what everyone else is thinking, “Lord, we don’t know where You are going, how do we know the way?” Jesus replies: “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.”

Remember block #65? https://cutswithscissors.com/2020/10/01/65-typical/It accompanied Luke 1:76-80 regarding the role of John the Baptist:

76 And you, my child, will be called a prophet of the Most High;
for you will go on before the Lord to prepare the way for him,
77 to give his people the knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
78 because of the tender mercy of our God,
by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven
79 to shine on those living in darkness
and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the path of peace.”80 And the child grew and became strong in spirit[a]; and he lived in the wilderness until he appeared publicly to Israel.

I didn’t comment on it in that post, because I was having an emoji brain explosion that wasn’t quite jelled enough to share. It still isn’t. The gospel is truly mind-blowing. It turns everything on its head and I’m still scratching mine.

So what is in my brain’s jelling process is the concept of “the way”. I had previously thought of John’s words, “Prepare ye the way of the Lord” as a requirement for action on my part. I assumed he meant that we needed to make preparations of some sort. Maybe by examining our hearts, and clearing the path so we would be ready to walk, step by step, to our salvation.

Not even close.

Now it’s clear that “The Way” is the path where God brought Heaven to us. He sent His Son to be our pathway. If there were directional arrows, they’d be pointing from Heaven to Earth, not the other way around.

When John told the Israelites to prepare the way for the Lord, I think he wanted them to get ready for a mind blowing experience. God was going to do a 180 degree flip on the way He made covenant with His people. He was going to fulfill the Law for us once and for all. He was going to literally become the Way of salvation, as a Son, taking on flesh, as Jesus Christ.

I know I knew this, but it’s so easy to get lazy, and get thrown off track. Somehow I missed the little words, “HE will make your paths straight”, and “HE will guide our feet into the path of peace”. I translated those passages into “I have to get with the program and get my path in order”. It doesn’t help when books and sermons have titles like: “Five Steps to a Better Blah Blah Blah”, or “Ways to a Better Life Now”. The pure truth and finality of the gospel can get muddled. We mistakenly think that we need to be a part of the process. But thinking that way insults the complete work that Jesus did on the cross.

Don’t get me wrong, we do have something we need to do, which is taking that first step of faith. That’s it. And where does faith come from? Romans 10 says, “Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.”

So, we need to hear the word of God.

The End.

76. Everything We Need to Know …

Lightning Quilt Block

Jesus knows His time is growing short, and He’s giving the disciples lots of final instructions. This passage includes this warning:

“ … For false christs and false prophets will arise and perform great signs and wonders so as to lead astray, if possible, even the elect. See, I have told you beforehand.”

So how will we know what’s false and what’s true?

I heard this somewhere, that the U.S. Mint trained their agents in spying counterfeit money, not by focusing on the fake bills, but by studying the genuine item. Or maybe it was the FBI. Anyways, hours were spent poring over real currency. Familiarity was achieved at such a level, that should a false bill cross their desk, red flags would fly as if from intuition. Then upon closer inspection, the agent could identify the flaws that made it counterfeit. So the lesson here is: the best way to identify false teaching is to study the truth, the real deal, which is only found written in the Bible. The more we read the actual words in the actual Word of God, the more we will intuit what is from God and what is not. Not to mention that we also have the benefit of the help of the Holy Spirit.

Before Jesus left us, and sent the Holy Spirit to us, He said in Luke 24:44: “All things must be fulfilled which were written in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms concerning Me.” His final words on the cross, “It is finished” assured us that the job was done. The story is complete, and canonized into holy scripture for our review. So the role of prophet today continues with relaying that one gospel message, the good news. Everything we ever need to know is found in the Holy Bible. Period.

75. Alone Again, Naturally

I’m back to the Bible Sampler Quilt project today. The next block goes with Jesus’ glorious entry in Jerusalem. Little did the joyful crowds know while they were celebrating and shouting “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!” that soon they would disperse and leave Him to suffer and die, alone, on the cross.

Palm Block

My pastor recently preached a series called: Sola.

Sola: What Matters Most

“Sola” is Latin for “alone”. As in: Christ alone, Grace alone, Faith alone, Scripture alone, and Glory to God alone.

Alone. Being alone is what we know in these pandemic years of 2020 and now 2021. Whether we like it or not, we are isolated like never before. There is a silver lining here, in that, whether we like it or not, we’ve had the opportunity to come face to face with our mortality without the usual societal props distracting our attention. Our relationship to God is one-on-one. Someday, somewhere, somehow, we all have to face Him alone. I can’t work out my personal salvation as a member of a group. My church membership, my family ties, my social status, while important, will not be there for me at the final judgment. I will stand alone to face the music. This thought makes me extremely uncomfortable. I prefer life in safe anonymity. This is found in crowds, where I can fly under the radar. A middle child of a large family, attending bulging schools in the boomer years, I grew up outside of the spotlight. This suited me just fine.

But then I remember that I will not be alone on that final judgment day after all. Jesus Christ will be there, imputing His righteousness to me so that I will appear sinless, pure, white as snow. And He alone is all we need. The only obstacles that would stand in the way, which is me and my sins, have also been nailed to the cross with The Perfect Sacrifice, Jesus Christ.

An old song comes to mind here. Anyone else remember J. Vernon Magee’s radio program?

(Refrain) Jesus paid it all, all to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow.

-Elvina M. Hall, 1865

All Good Gifts

This past year, I’ve received many gifts, both surprising and unexpected. I reported that I won the monthly prize TWICE on the Elm Street Quilts One Monthly Challenge. But there’s more, and I’ve got many words of thanks that are way overdue. I’ve been putting this off because I wanted to adequately express how much they meant to me. I thought an inspired way of showing my appreciation would come to me if I waited long enough. That doesn’t appear to be happening, so here I go, plain and simple:

Way back in August, I got mail from THE Frances O’Roarke Dowell herself for a Quiltfiction Club event. Theona also sent me some cute fabric, which has already been cut up and used. Theona, I know you follow this blog, sorry I didn’t take a photo beforehand. Thank you so much my dear friends whom I’ve never met in person.

Also in August, I got this package from THE Laurie Aaron Hird, with a signed copy of her newest book. What an absolute thrill, and I’m beyond excited to begin this project after I complete the Bible Sampler Quilt. Thank you Lori, another friend I consider dear even though we’ve never met in person.

The book pairs letters from Ada Melville Shaw with quilt blocks. Here’s a peek at the concluding paragraph in the introduction:

Just like Ada, “I count each of you a dear friend” even though we’ve not met in person. This blog is a gift, allowing me to share some of myself, and I thank you for spending some of your time with me here. I don’t pretend to believe my words are “fraught with beauty”, but I will agree that they are written with a “spirit of abiding love”.

Here’s what all this brought back to mind. Maybe it’s also because I’m currently reading the gospels, and the parables Jesus tells.

https://youtu.be/_3y_TS8gTgQAll Good Gifts from Godspell

Checking In

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

Yet here we are. Charles Dickens was/is spot on. Political discussion aside/avoided, how are you? How are we? I was thinking about my own response to these dramatic days of current events/history-in-the-making. When I’m being told that my country is experiencing unprecedented tumult and unrest, I look to the past to gain perspective. It helps me keep calm and carry on.

I marvel that, along with rolling bandages and knitting socks, Civil War era women could stitch beautiful heirloom quilts while their country was being torn in two. I imagine they poured all that worry and nervous energy into their work, all the while praying for their loved ones in battles far away.

I’m kind of copying the “Dear Jane” (Jane Stickles) with my Bible Sampler Quilt project.

In the corner patch she signs her quilt, “In War Time. 1863. Pieces 5602. Jane A. Stickle.”

So so much in those few few words. In that year of 1863 Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation. He also delivered the Gettysburg Address, where that horrible battle took place in that very same year. Throughout those terrible months, Jane stitched and stitched and prayed and prayed. She kept calm and carried on.

Well, I don’t have anything else to say, I just thought I’d check in since it’s been awhile since my last post. A lot has happened since then. I’m not sharing a block from the Bible Sampler quilt project today, but here’s a peek at my progress:

Playing with border triangles.

Instead, I’ve been spending my time keeping up with Bonnie Hunter’s Grassy Creek Mystery: https://quiltville.blogspot.com/2021/01/grassy-creek-mystery-big-reveal-part.html

Today was the reveal, and I tried out my alternate colors by assembling a block:

You take your chances when it’s a mystery, and I think this will work just fine.

Turning A Corner

Here we are, down to the final days of 2020 left on the calendar. And here I am, posting my final UFO finish for the OMG Challenge:


The goal was to finish this “Blossom Time” top.

I’ll give it a scalloped edge to keep those sweet corners.

The goal involved attaching borders with a weird corner turn. I was designing as I went along, so there were no instructions to follow. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it, and I’m still not sure how it was done. I do know that it took me an entire day to get the first corner right. The other three were a little easier, but not by much. This photo doesn’t help, the shadows show all the bias-y lumps and bumps. I plan to give it a good pressing while I FaceTime chat with friends on Wednesday. Then I trust the rest will quilt out. It was just a fun project for me, I’m not too concerned about it.

But I am concerned about this:

I was done with the Blossom Time top mid-December. So I spent the rest of the month playing with the Bible Sampler quilt border pieces. I think I may be in trouble here, I’ve gone and created another weird corner angle join for myself. I won’t be posting progress on the OMG page, so stay tuned on my blog for news on that front.

Here’s to turning the corner on 2020. It was weird, it was historic, what can I say? Any other year I’d throw out a “Where did the time go?” question, but not this year. Time was what I had plenty of, and I have the never-ending shutdowns to thank for helping me complete all twelve monthly projects. And I WON a prize again this last month, a gift certificate to the Fat Quarter Shop. So it’s a good time for me to take a bow, say thank you to Elm Street quilts, and exit stage left. All the best to the rest in 2021!

74. ‘Tis the Season

Beggar’s Block

This post has nothing to do with the next block in the quilt.

I was just remembering an elementary school incident. Do you do that? Rehash old embarrassing memories? There’s probably a reason why, but I don’t want to know that reason. It probably has to do with thinking too much of oneself, which would also be embarrassing. Anyways, I was remembering how thrilling it was to order Scholastic books. The teacher would pass out the newsprint catalog at the beginning of the month. I’d pore over the titles, and make my choices. Taping the coins to the part you cut off and return, I’d get my order in before the deadline, then wait, wait, wait, for my books. Anticipation brings a thrill of its own.

The embarrassing part of this blog entry happened in sixth grade. After a lot of deliberation in my own mind, I decided to go ahead and order “The Secrets of Loveliness” along with Helen Keller’s “The Story of my Life”. “The Secrets of Loveliness” promised tips and tricks to bring out the best of my natural features, and the beauty within, tweenager-style. I was keenly interested. But I had three brothers, and the teasing potential was what I considered at length before placing my order. I was risk-adverse and usually made my choices from a self-preservation mode.

But in the end, it wasn’t my snickering brothers who caused the embarrassment, oh no. It was my teacher.

Mr. Bannon was the first male teacher I had. He had played baseball in college, and it continued to be his passion. He even managed to get a TV brought into our classroom during the World Series, which was quite novel. So we all watched the Detroit Tigers triumph over the St. Louis Cardinals, which interested me not at all.

Mr. Bannon found a useful purpose for his exceptional throwing skills. I think he had been a pitcher. I was born in the bulge year of the baby boom, so my class sizes were always large. There were 38 of us, desks lined up in tight rows, with Mr. Bannon’s desk in the rear corner. He’d give us an assignment, then sit back, feet up on his desk, with a stack of black felt erasers at the ready. If anyone whispered, or fooled around in any way, he’d pitch one and bop them hard on the back of the head with it. He never missed. The student, red-faced, was required to stand, retrieve, and return the eraser to the stack on the teacher’s desk.

So now you know what Mr. Bannon was like.

Back to the Scholastic book order. It finally arrived, and Mr. Bannon took it upon himself to list the names of all the titles ordered as he called up each student one by one to receive their books.

So in front of the entire class, boys and all, I was called up to receive my “Secrets of Loveliness” book. I remember hoping desperately that “The Story of My Life” would somehow cause a distraction from the other title. But the snickers from the boys, with Mr. Bannon adding his own, told me otherwise.

Okay, memory lane stroll session is over. My initial thought for the subject of this post was about having that “thrilling” sensation. Christmastime always brought a thrill of some sort every year: Childhood anticipation of new toys, adult thrill of creating new traditions, and anticipation of surprising our own children with their new toys.

It’s lacking at my house these days, and I’m wondering why. I just realized that today is the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year. Maybe that explains something. But we’re going to look at the Bethlehem Star tonight, first time in nearly 800 years, shouldn’t that cause a bit of frisson? Maybe not the same as the thrill of paperback book orders finally arriving, I’ll let you know.